The man from Montana stood upon the hotel steps, just preparatory to going on a hunt for another victim. He was smoking a black-looking cigar. He felt particularly elated, for between Hockley and a victim picked up two days before he had come into the possession of over three hundred dollars. To be sure, this was no fortune, especially to one supposed to own valuable gold mines in the West, but to J. Rutherford Brown, who had often had less than a dollar in his pockets, it was a considerable sum. “Don’t think I’ll stay here much longer,” he mused, as he puffed away. “That boy or that man from Philadelphia may turn up and make trouble. Guess I’ll go back to San Juan.” “There is the fellow!” cried Hockley, to Professor Strong. “The man with the checked suit, who is smoking.” The professor took a good look and then he smiled grimly to himself. “I fancy we are in luck,” he said, briefly. “I know this fellow.” “You do?” ejaculated Hockley. “Who is he?” Professor Strong did not answer, but going up to the man from Montana clapped him on the arm. “So we meet again, Henry Umbler,” he said. The man who had called himself J. Rutherford Brown gave a start and his face changed color. Then he recovered and endeavored to put on a bold front. “You are mistaken, sir. My name is not Umbler,” he said. “We won’t argue the point, Umbler. I want you to pay back to this young man the money you took from him.” “Don’t know him, sir. You are making a mistake.” “Are you sure of this fellow?” questioned Professor Strong of Hockley. “Yes, sir,” was the prompt answer. “Then, Umbler, you must give up the money, every cent of it. Please to remember that you are in United States territory now--not in Brazil, where you were when last we met. I fancy some stockholders of the International Star Rubber Company would be glad to get their hands on Henry Umbler, one of the promoters of that get-rich-quick concern.” “I tell you I am not Henry Umbler,” insisted the man from Montana. “Very well then. We’ll go to police headquarters and settle this affair.” “What do you want?” “I want this young man’s money, his watch and his ring returned to him.” “What is he to you?” “I brought him down here to see the sights,--and I am bound to see that he is not swindled. Give him back his money and other things and I will not prosecute you, but if you refuse, I’ll see to it that he not only gets his money but that you go back to the West, where you belong.” At this plain talk the face of the swindler became a study. At last he turned and faced Hockley. “We had a fair game,” he growled. “You’re a baby to squeal, nothing but a baby. But if you want the money you can have it.” He brought a roll of bills out of his pocket, and began to count out a sum equal to that the youth had possessed. With this, and the watch and ring, in his hand he looked again at Professor Strong. “If I give him this does that close the whole affair?” he asked.